Um, can I get some hugs and hairpats? I'm feeling a bit beaten down by the universe. I know things could be much worse--we all have our health, more or less, our house is in one piece, if I ever get a job our finances will turn around in a hurry, etc..
But I'm just so tired. I wouldn't quite say this is the worst year of my life, because there was middle school, and adulthoodwise 1993-94 sucked like a Hoover factory, but everything just seems so damn bleak. The job is taking too long to materialize. That's the biggest piece. But I'm feeling irrationally angry at the universe over all kinds of things, which is stupid, because I don't particularly expect life to be fair, and besides, in the global scheme of things, I know I'm still in the winners column just by being healthy, well-educated, and born in the time and place I was.
But, dammit, I just want something good to happen. Something that will make me feel like there's a chance all this will turn around instead of being an inevitable slow continuing downward spiral of doom.
It's not darkened over here but I just lit a bunch of candles hoping that the clouds will come in a little more. I love the standard sunny Southern California weather, sure, but variety is nice too. Especially variety that makes everything smell good and plants grow.
I think all of the vegetation that didn't die from months and months and months with no rain at all are sacrificing bugs to the sky today in thanks.
Where're the pictures?
wrod, Susan.
I second that emotion, if not the total specifics.
Burrell, I have some 6-12 months rompers (and by some, I mean A LOT) that might fit Isaac, if you're interested in them.
Sure!
I'll bet we could start a baby clothes exchange and hardly have to buy anything between all of us.
This is kinda true.
Okay, and in stupid mom tricks, I just
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Something that will make me feel like there's a chance all this will turn around instead of being an inevitable slow continuing downward spiral of doom.
In all likelihood what you've got on your hands is a slow spiral towards Good Things. But maybe you'll get a lightning bolt of good fortune to speed things along.
Burrell, that's practically pint-sized!
Sean -- I heard that there was hail in L.A. -- true?
Ysh, Susan. I'm right there with you. You can have all the hugs and hairpats you want. I have a very hard time not being gloomy either, as we're in pretty similar boats, occupationally speaking.
As far as that beautiful kid goes, I have to tell you that from here, she looks just as bright as can be. She looks right into the camera, she clearly makes eye contact, and she knows who you are and what the word means, even if she won't say it yet. I'm glad the doc reassured you somewhat. I think she's just not very talkative yet. I'm betting a year from now you'll be in here wishing you could get her to shut up for five minutes.
I don't know what to tell you on the job front. I have a hard time being positive about that myself. If my experience is any indicator, don't read any news items about jobs, employment or the economy. It won't help your outlook any, and it's always hard to remember that sensational negativity sells, and it's probably not as bad as all that.
